Bone Painting Coroner

My little hubby? Doesn’t like women？

Ji Yunshu was sure that she heard him correctly. She tensed and glanced at him, then jerked her chin away from his grasp.

But Jing Rong’s hand tightened on her shoulders as the smile on his face became even more sinister. Meeting her glare, he asked, "What’s the matter, my little hubby, am I wrong?"

She was speechless.

"Be good, you know you can’t touch them."

The corners of her mouth twitched.

The girls were already surprised to see the two of them hugging each other intimately. After listening to the conversation, they gently pressed their handkerchiefs to the tip of their noses as their gazes turned disdainful. So these two are cutsleeves! [1]

"How disgusting. What are they doing here if they’re not here for pleasure,?"

"It’s such a pity. These young masters are rather handsome."

"That’s right. Either of them would be such a treat if they didn’t have this mental issue."

"Why do all handsome men in the world suffer from this mental disorder?"

One after another, the girls lamented their ’loss’ with a touch of scorn. After gossiping for a while, they felt bored and left.

Jing Rong didn’t care at all. In contrast, he was secretly happy about it.

Ji Yunshu quickly raised her elbow and savagely jabbed his belly, as she leaned away and took two steps back, trying to put some distance between them. "How can you say such nonsense?"

"Am I not telling the truth?"

"We are now male."

"So what?"

Okay, she had nothing to counter that.

The next moment, a large hand landed on her slender waist in a secure hold and pulled her back in front of him. Looking down at her almond-shaped eyes, he said, "You belong to this prince. Even if you want to experience a new flavour, that dish has to be this prince. "

"Let go of me first."

"If you want to investigate that Young Master Qiao in peace, you’d better behave."

"But your excuse is too awkward."

"Awkward?" Jing Rong frowned. "The words you used were fresh enough that this prince doesn’t understand. Anyway, you and I are a couple now, so we need to cooperate so as not to attract too many girls."

Indeed, after he had said that sentence, the girls just spread out the rumor that there were two cutsleeves in the house.

Naturally, no more girls came to the two and they gained some peace and quiet.

A servant in the brothel greeted them. "What tea would the two young masters like to drink?"

"High-quality tea."

"Of course, young masters. Please wait on the second floor, we will serve you tea immediately."

The two went upstairs and sat down at an empty table. Compared to the first floor, the second floor was more spacious. It was a place dedicated to drinking wine and tea. Dozens of tables were arranged in neat rows, all divided by elegant folding screens. And those ladies were mostly on the second floor, either pulling men up to the third floor to hook up, or sitting on the men’s laps and flirting with them.

Two girls were urging Young master Qiao, who just came in, to drink. His face flushed and he was already a little excited.

Ji Yunshu already noticed him when she came up, and scoffed. "Such an alcoholic."

Jing Rong also glanced over. Young Master Qiao truly knew how to enjoy himself "So? Did you manage to discover anything??"

She shook her head and continued to observe.

At this moment, Young Master Qiao was pulled to the third floor by two girls, just passing the two of them. Unexpectedly, Jing Rong suddenly splashed his cup of tea towards him. The two girls screamed as if they had touched poison and waved the handkerchiefs in their fingertips wildly.

Qiao Zihua froze, looking at the large wet patch on his chest where the tea landed. He seemed to sober up immediately. He was someone who was very particular about cleanliness, so watching his clothes stained with tea made his eyebrows and eyes wrinkle instantly.

Ji Yunshu was also puzzled. What mischief is this prince up to now? Young Master Qiao’s full set of silk clothes must be expensive. This time, they’ll have to pay up a heavy compensation..

Qiao Zihua glared at him and raised his voice. "What are you doing?"

Jing Rong smiled while looking at him up and down with contempt, then spit out three words, "My hand slipped."

"Slipped? I think you did it on purpose." Even though he was angry, Qiao Zihua did not erupt with fury like others would. His tone even held some measure of frailty.

Jing Rong was calm. After he refilled a cup of tea, he held it up. Then he splashed it towards Qiao Zihua’s top-quality robe again.

Anybody would be furious if he was splashed with two cups of tea one after another by a stranger, right? However, it seems that Young Master Qiao has not yet reached his breaking point. Instead he pointed at him, mumbling, "You ..."

Jing Rong turned the empty white cup in his hand and gave him a sharp glance. , "Are you Young Master Qiao?"

"That’s right, I’m Young Master Qiao. It’s good you know it.. Do you know how much my clothes are worth? Can you afford the compensation?"

Jing Rong smiled. His own clothes were not cheap either!

The next moment, he deliberately took the dagger from his waist, toyed with it in for a while, then placed it directly on the table. He then shot a piercing glare at Qiao Zihua.

Qiao Zihua was stunned by that look. He stepped back and swallowed his saliva fearfully, then seemed to shrink in on himself.

"Young Master Qiao is indeed as timid as a mouse."

"That’s nonsense."

"Nonsense?" Jing Rong smiled and reached for another cup of tea, then put it in his hands. "Come on, pour this tea on me. Think of it as my apology to you."

Ah! That dagger was still there. Would Qiao Zihua even dare to try anything? He trembled with the cup of tea in his hand and glanced at the dagger from time to time , not daring to pour the tea. In addition, the man in front of him was so imposing he must be skilled at martial arts. He dared not do anything. What if he was beaten and disabled?

But the two girls around him urged, "Young Master Qiao, what are you afraid of? Just splash him."

"Yeah, just splash him. Look at this man, it’s clear that he intentionally came to pick on you. You are Young Master Qiao, and your uncle is the head of the Ministry of Personnel. What are you afraid of?"

"Just pour!" Stop dawdling! What a coward.

Jing Rong stood right in front of him, waiting for him to splash over, but...

He put the tea cup on the table heavily, pretending to be tough, "I am not going to bother arguing with you."

You can’t be bothered? You really are a useless good for nothing..

Although Jing Rong heard from the waiter that he was timid, the degree of timidity was a little ... too much.

Qiao Zihua’s eyes darted around nervously in obvious fear but he pouted his lips and tried to say something tough, "Just you wait, you will find yourself in serious trouble." Then he left the second floor and fled like a mouse seeing a cat.

That was confusing! Was he running to someone for help? Was he asking his uncle to come over?

[1] Cutsleeves = Gays. Left this chinglish in because I love the poetry in it (also it’s common enough I guess many of you would be familiar). It refers to a story about an Emperor who decided to cut off his sleeve rather than disturb his male lover who was sleeping on it.